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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386611" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pilot of the Plains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">``False,' they said, ``thy Pale-face lover, from the land of waking morn ;<br>Rise and wed thy Redskin wooer, nobler warrior ne'er was born ;<br>Cease thy watching, cease thy dreaming,<br>Show the white thine Indian scorn.'<br>Thus they taunted her, declaring, ``He remembers naught of thee :<br>Likely some white maid he wooeth, far beyond the inland sea.'<br>But she answered ever kindly,<br>``He will come again to me,'<br>Till the dusk of Indian summer crept athwart the western skies ;<br>But a deeper dusk was burning in her dark and dreaming eyes,<br>As she scanned the rolling prairie,<br>Where the foothills fall, and rise.<br>Till the autumn came and vanished, till the season of the rains,<br>Till the western world lay fettered in midwinter's crystal chains,<br>Still she listened for his coming,<br>Still she watched the distant plains.<br>Then a night with nor'land tempest, nor'land snows a-swirling fast,<br>Out upon the pathless prairie came the Pale-face through the blast,<br>Calling, calling, ``Yakonwita,<br>I am coming, love, at last.'<br>Hovered night above, about him, dark its wings and cold and dread ;<br>Never unto trail or tepee were his straying footsteps led ;<br>Till benumbed, he sank, and pillowed<br>On the drifting snows his head,<br>Saying, ``O! my Yakonwita call me, call me, be my guide<br>To the lodge beyond the prairie-for I vowed ere winter died<br>I would come again, belovèd ;<br>I would claim my Indian bride.'<br>``Yakonwita, Yakonwita! ' Oh, the dreariness that strains<br>Through the voice that calling, quivers, till a whisper but remains,<br>``Yakonwita, Yakonwita,<br>I am lost upon the plains.'<br>But the Silent Spirit hushed him, lulled him as he cried anew,<br>``Save me, save me! O! beloved, I am Pale but I am true.<br>Yakonwita, Yakonwita<br>I am dying, love, for you.'<br>Leagues afar, across the prairie, she had risen from her bed,<br>Roused her kinsmen from their slumber : ``He has come to-night,' she said.<br>``I can hear him calling, calling ;<br>But his voice is as the dead.<br>``Listen! ' and they sate all silent, while the tempest louder grew,<br>And a spirit-voice called faintly, ``I am dying, love, for you.'<br>Then they wailed, ``O! Yakonwita.<br>He was Pale, but he was true.'<br>Wrapped she then her ermine round her, stepped without the tepee door,<br>Saying, ``I must follow, follow, though he call for evermore,<br>Yakonwita, Yakonwita ; '<br>And they never saw her more.<br>Late at night, say Indian hunters, when the starlight clouds or wanes,<br>Far away they see a maiden, misty as the autumn rains,<br>Guiding with her lamp of moonlight<br>Hunters lost upon the plains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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Rise and wed thy Redskin wooer, nobler warrior ne'er was born ;
Cease thy watching, cease thy dreaming,
Show the white thine Indian scorn.'
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